There were stories of a great movement
And great people
With scars on their minds and bullets in their backs.
There were stories of the Revolution,
Speeches by Luther and King
And the great Gil Scott Heron.
There were pictures painted of a better time
A better place
And
God's little finger strained to arch along those skies,
His neck craned and there was
Humanity
Written on bathroom walls and love
Between newlyweds.
There were stories of the Revolution,
And we lived it.
We lived the Revolution in our words and
Actions
And
Poetry
And god's little finger coulcouldn'touch those skies.
There were stories of a great movement
And greater people,
But with scars on their minds and bullets in their backs
Those stories
Lost meaning --
Trapped by a newer time and
Lesser heroes
And
The revolution
Faded with memory.
